Spring in Michigan comes slowly. For a while, the trees wear just a hint of green, their leaves just starting to appear. Gradually they relax and open, until one day, we're out walking and discover a canopy of green.
Here's a haiku celebrating this annual miracle:
Softly, quietly, leaves unfurl, and we see trees waving their new green.
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| Kleinstuck Preserve |
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